Story so far: A human born into both a curse and fortuitous luck, loving parents, 2 brothers, and good education, even a wife back on earth, however, his DNA is very unstable, as far as anybody could tell, it is from his grand mother, a woman who disappeared for just under a decade in deep space, she was later found in a cryo stasis pod with extremely advanced power generation built into it, meaning it would take almost a millennium to run out of power, she was found with frostbite, scars and more recent cuts, when asked about them, she would just blush, smile, and refuse to talk. Although lacking many good friends, Tyrus is good at talking to people and truly fascinated with other people's lives and caring for almost everybody's well being ,even to the extent to the fact that he is willing to be uncomfortable for their sake, as in the case of the Dal'Shek, Sarissa and Nathala, whom he is on good terms with. However, during one of these chats, and during a radiation spike, he held Nathala's hand, and some of his DNA was mutated to be more like Nathala's giving him such skin as to be almost Grey, his eyes turned from blue to Amber, his blood rejected, boiling outside his body and almost killing him, his blood has seemingly been replaced with a thick brown syrupy substance that is without a doubt more efficient at healing his body than mere blood, his veins ruptured and were healed in seconds, his blood forced back into his lungs, almost flooding them as he coughed up liter after liter of red juices, in agony and panic. It subsided within hours however, he can do things that he hasn't been able to do for years, his sight is improving, his excess fat, burned off by the fever of his change, replaced by a well formed and muscled body. As well as this, he cannot stand any temperature over -10 degrees Celsius without his air-tight cool-suit, his office is always about -70, but he is willing to endure the unbearable heat to make others comfortable, as the chairs have built-in cooling and heating systems.

Catchphrases:"When our Rivers run dry, and our seeds cease to grow, when our summers grow longer, and Winters won't show, when the air that we breathe becomes air that we choke, when the marsh fever spreads from the swamps to our homes, it's time to abandon your world, because it's time to go.""Iganda jirenma Jdaiadai, nanimokomo so, daro?""Yowasa shitte tsokoyu nare.""Byokai kanjo!"

Likes: Jeffery RyanNathalaSarissaDeadly WinterUnyielding Eventide

Hates:Bryan HausonJames GravesPirates

Current Situation:Being held by pirates on the Planet Krul'tat to make an AI to rival any owned by the UTC.